[Ford takes a big, deep breath, his chest puffing up, and sets the fruit down off to his side so he can draw his knees up to his chest and rest his elbows on them. It's a defensive posture, even if he's not doing it consciously.]
Yes, I know. I know. It's just—I know it seems soon for you, and it is, but thing is, it doesn't feel that soon on my end of things. And I suppose I forget that it's not like that for you.
[He presses his fingers into his eyes, wishing he wasn't such a damn thoughtless fool sometimes. For a genius, he really does have the worst knack for running his mouth when he shouldn't.]
I shouldn't have said anything. It was thoughtless of me.
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Yes, I know. I know. It's just—I know it seems soon for you, and it is, but thing is, it doesn't feel that soon on my end of things. And I suppose I forget that it's not like that for you.
[He presses his fingers into his eyes, wishing he wasn't such a damn thoughtless fool sometimes. For a genius, he really does have the worst knack for running his mouth when he shouldn't.]
I shouldn't have said anything. It was thoughtless of me.